算命是我国从古代流传至今的一种传统文化，我们所说的算命是民间俗称，学术上的专业称谓叫预测，研究算命的学术叫易学、也叫术数。
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易学在中国历史上源远流长，据中国之声《新闻晚高峰》报道，算命或起于先秦，当古埃及人用纸草记事、古巴比伦人以泥版为书时，中国的古人劈竹成篾，削薄打磨、火烤编连，将最鲜活的史实书于竹简，传遗后世。算命的起源大约可以追溯到夏商时期，从出土的甲骨文大多是卜辞这一点可以得到印证，那时候的人们在举行婚嫁、征伐、祭祀等重大事情之前，都会烧龟甲或演蓍草对该事进行虔诚的卜筮，借此判断吉凶，这大抵是早期算命术的萌芽。到了周朝时期，周文王、周公等人在前人经验的基础上整理成书，取名为《周易》，才把卜筮之术上升到理论层面。人们对命运的大胆探索及阴阳五行学说的确立是在春秋时期，再到东汉王充禀气说的创立，使中国的命学理论有了明确的哲学根基，逐渐形成了一套有理论、有方法的卜卦算命系统，之后则算命开始逐步得以发展，具体的发展过程比较漫长。
算命以《易经》为根基、以阴阳五行体系为理论依据，其中《易经》有“三易”，包括《连山》、《归藏》、《周易》三部易书，内容极其丰富，对中国几千年来的政治、经济、文化等各个领域都产生了极其深刻的影响。是阐述天地世间关于万象变化的古老经典，是博大精深的辩证法哲学书，是中国传统思想文化中自然哲学与人文实践的理论根源，是古代汉民族思想、智慧的结晶，被誉为“大道之源”。
算命作为一门探究人类命运的学问，不乏对其感兴趣之人，有名的算命大师也有不少，唐代有李虚中、李淳风、袁天罡等，五代有徐居易，宋有徐子平、僧道洪，元有徐大升，明有刘伯温，清有沈孝瞻、陈素庵，民国有韦千里、袁树珊、任铁樵，现代有邵伟华，李居明，秦阳明等。更有许先潮盲派八字理论，盲派快速算命秘诀，金口铁断算命秘要等。
在古代算命通常是一种利用个人切身资讯，例如脸与手的纹路，出生八字、姓名笔划等配合术数来预测或判断命运吉凶福祸并且寻求指点迷津的行为亦称指迷算命。千百年来，经过人们的不断发展与完善，已经形成了一套较为完善的理论体系，而且已深深地扎根与人们的心灵中，经久不衰，显示了强大的生命力。
超过100000+人测算，都说特别准！
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ForamomentIheedednothingoftheheat,forgotthepatentneedofself-preservation.Isplashedthroughthetumultuouswater,pushingasideamaninblacktodoso,untilIcouldseeroundthebend.Halfadozendesertedboatspitchedaimlesslyupontheconfusionofthewaves.ThefallenMartiancameintosightdownstream,lyingacrosstheriver,andforthemostpartsubmerged.
Thickcloudsofsteamwerepouringoffthewreckage,andthroughthetumultuouslywhirlingwispsIcouldsee,intermittentlyandvaguely,thegiganticlimbschurningthewaterandflingingasplashandsprayofmudandfrothintotheair.Thetentaclesswayedandstrucklikelivingarms,and,saveforthehelplesspurposelessnessofthesemovements,itwasasifsomewoundedthingwerestrugglingforitslifeamidthewaves.Enormousquantitiesofaruddy-brownfluidwerespurtingupinnoisyjetsoutofthemachine.
Myattentionwasdivertedfromthisdeathflurrybyafuriousyelling,likethatofthethingcalledasireninourmanufacturingtowns.Aman,knee-deepnearthetowingpath,shoutedinaudiblytomeandpointed.Lookingback,IsawtheotherMartiansadvancingwithgiganticstridesdowntheriverbankfromthedirectionofChertsey.TheSheppertongunsspokethistimeunavailingly.
AtthatIduckedatonceunderwater,and,holdingmybreathuntilmovementwasanagony,blunderedpainfullyaheadunderthesurfaceaslongasIcould.Thewaterwasinatumultaboutme,andrapidlygrowinghotter.
WhenforamomentIraisedmyheadtotakebreathandthrowthehairandwaterfrommyeyes,thesteamwasrisinginawhirlingwhitefogthatatfirsthidtheMartiansaltogether.Thenoisewasdeafening.ThenIsawthemdimly,colossalfiguresofgrey,magnifiedbythemist.Theyhadpassedbyme,andtwowerestoopingoverthefrothing,tumultuousruinsoftheircomrade.
Thethirdandfourthstoodbesidehiminthewater,oneperhapstwohundredsyardsfromme,theothertowardsLaleham.ThegeneratorsoftheHeat-Rayswavedhigh,andthehissingbeamssmotedownthiswayandthat.
Theairwasfullofsound,adeafeningandconfusingconflictofnoises—theclangorousdinoftheMartians,thecrashoffallinghouses,thethudoftrees,fences,shedsflashingintoflame,andthecracklingandroaringoffire.Denseblacksmokewasleapinguptominglewiththesteamfromtheriver,andastheHeat-RaywenttoandfrooverWeybridgeitsimpactwasmarkedbyflashesofincandescentwhite,thatgaveplaceatoncetoasmokydanceofluridflames.Thenearerhousesstillstoodintact,awaitingtheirfate,shadowy,faint,andpallidinthesteam,withthefirebehindthemgoingtoandfro.
ForamomentperhapsIstoodthere,breast-highinthealmostboilingwater,dumbfoundedatmyposition,hopelessofescape.ThroughthereekIcouldseethepeoplewhohadbeenwithmeintheriverscramblingoutofthewaterthroughthereeds,likelittlefrogshurryingthroughgrassfromtheadvanceofaman,orrunningtoandfroinutterdismayonthetowingpath.
Inanothermomentthehugewave,well-nighattheboiling-point,hadrusheduponme.Iscreamedaloud,andscalded,halfblinded,agonised,Istaggeredthroughtheleaping,hissingwatertowardstheshore.Hadmyfootstumbled,itwouldhavebeentheend.Ifellhelplessly,infullsightoftheMartians,uponthebroad,baregravellyspitthatrunsdowntomarktheangleoftheWeyandThames.Iexpectednothingbutdeath.
IhaveadimmemoryofthefootofaMartiancomingdownwithinascoreofyardsofmyhead,drivingstraightintotheloosegravel,whirlingitthiswayandthat,andliftingagain;ofalongsuspense,andthenofthefourcarryingthedebrisoftheircomradebetweenthem,nowclearandpresentlyfaintthroughaveilofsmoke,recedinginterminably,asitseemedtome,acrossavastspaceofriverandmeadow.Andthen,veryslowly,IrealisedthatbyamiracleIhadescaped.
Chapter13
HowIFellinwiththeCurate
AFTERGETTINGTHISSUDDENlessoninthepowerofterrestrialweapons,theMartiansretreatedtotheiroriginalpositionuponHorsellCommon;andintheirhaste,andencumberedwiththedebrisoftheirsmashedcompanion,theynodoubtoverlookedmanysuchastrayandnegligiblevictimasmyself.Hadtheylefttheircomradeandpushedonforthwith,therewasnothingatthattimebetweenthemandLondonbutbatteriesoftwelve-pounderguns,andtheywouldcertainlyhavereachedthecapitalinadvanceofthetidingsoftheirapproach;assudden,dreadful,anddestructivetheiradventwouldhavebeenastheearthquakethatdestroyedLisbonacenturyago.24
Buttheywereinnohurry.Cylinderfollowedcylinderonitsinterplanetaryflight;everytwenty-fourhoursbroughtthemreinforcement.Andmeanwhilethemilitaryandnavalauthorities,nowfullyalivetothetremendouspoweroftheirantagonists,workedwithfuriousenergy.Everyminuteafreshguncameintopositionuntil,beforetwilight,everycopse,everyrowofsuburbanvillasonthehillyslopesaboutKingstonandRichmond,maskedanexpectantblackmuzzle.Andthroughthecharredanddesolatedarea—perhapstwentysquaremilesaltogether—thatencircledtheMartianencampmentonHorsellCommon,throughcharredandruinedvillagesamongthegreentrees,throughtheblackenedandsmokingarcadesthathadbeenbutadayagopinespinneys,cfcrawledthedevotedscoutswiththeheliographsthatwerepresentlytowarnthegunnersoftheMartianapproach.ButtheMartiansnowunderstoodourcommandofartilleryandthedangerofhumanproximity,andnotamanventuredwithinamileofeithercylinder,saveatthepriceofhislife.
Itwouldseemthatthesegiantsspenttheearlierpartoftheafternooningoingtoandfro,transferringeverythingfromthesecondandthirdcylinders—thesecondinAddlestoneGolflinksandthethirdatPyrford—totheiroriginalpitonHorsellCommon.Overthat,abovetheblackenedheatherandruinedbuildingsthatstretchedfarandwide,stoodoneassentinel,whiletherestabandonedtheirvastfighting-machinesanddescendedintothepit.Theywerehardatworktherefarintothenight,andthetoweringpillarofdensegreensmokethatrosetherefromcouldbeseenfromthehillsaboutMerrow,andeven,itissaid,fromBansteadandEpsomDowns.cg
AndwhiletheMartiansbehindmewerethuspreparingfortheirnextsally,andinfrontoftheHumanitygatheredforthebattle,ImademywaywithinfinitepainsandlabourfromthefireandsmokeofburningWeybridgetowardsLondon.
Isawanabandonedboat,verysmallandremote,driftingdownstream;andthrowingoffthemostofmysoddenclothes,Iwentafterit,gainedit,andsoescapedoutofthatdestruction.Therewerenooarsintheboat,butIcontrivedtopaddle,aswellasmyparboiledhandswouldallow,downtherivertowardsHallifordandWalton,chgoingverytediouslyandcontinuallylookingbehindme,asyoumaywellunderstand.Ifollowedtheriver,becauseIconsideredthatthewatergavememybestchancetoescapeshouldthesegiantsreturn.
ThehotwaterfromtheMartian’soverthrowdrifteddownstreamwithme,sothatforthebestpartofamileIcouldseelittleofeitherbank.Once,however,ImadeoutastringofblackfigureshurryingacrossthemeadowsfromthedirectionofWeybridge.Halliford,itseemed,wasdeserted,andseveralofthehousesfacingtheriverwereonfire.Itwasstrangetoseetheplacequitetranquil,quitedesolateunderthehot,bluesky,withthesmokeandlittlethreadsofflamegoingstraightupintotheheatoftheafternoon.NeverbeforehadIseenhousesburningwithouttheaccompanimentofanobstructivecrowd.Alittlefartheronthedryreedsupthebankweresmokingandglowing,andalineoffireinlandwasmarchingsteadilyacrossalatefieldofhay.
ForalongtimeIdrifted,sopainfulandwearywasIaftertheviolenceIhadbeenthrough,andsointensetheheatuponthewater.Thenmyfearsgotthebetterofmeagain,andIresumedmypaddling.Thesunscorchedmybareback.Atlast,asthebridgeatWaltonwascomingintosightroundthebend,myfeverandfaintnessovercamemyfears,andIlandedontheMiddlesexcibankandlaydown,deadlysick,amidthelonggrass.Isupposethetimewasthenaboutfourorfiveo’clock.Igotuppresently,walkedperhapshalfamilewithoutmeetingasoul,andthenlaydownagainintheshadowofahedge.Iseemtoremembertalking,wanderingly,tomyselfduringthatlastspurt.Iwasalsoverythirsty,andbitterlyregretfulIhaddrunknomorewater.ItisacuriousthingthatIfeltangrywithmywife;Icannotaccountforit,butmyimpotentdesiretoreachLeatherheadworriedmeexcessively.
Idonotclearlyrememberthearrivalofthecurate,cjsothatprobablyIdozed.Ibecameawareofhimasaseatedfigureinsoot-smudgedshirtsleeves,andwithhisupturned,clean-shavenfacestaringatafaintflickeringthatdancedoverthesky.Theskywaswhatiscalledamackerelsky—rowsandrowsoffaintdown-plumesofcloud,justtintedwiththemidsummersunset.
Isatup,andattherustleofmymotionhelookedatmequickly.
“Haveyouanywater”Iaskedabruptly.
“Whatdoesitmean”hesaid.“Whatdothesethingsmean”25
Istaredathimandmadenoanswer.
Heextendedathinwhitehandandspokeinalmostacomplainingtone.
“WhyarethesethingspermittedWhatsinshavewedoneThemorningservicewasover,Iwaswalkingthroughtheroadstoclearmybrainfortheafternoon,andthen—fire,earthquake,death!AsifitwereSodomandGomorrah!ckAllourworkundone,allthework—WhataretheseMartians”
“Whatarewe”Ianswered,clearingmythroat.
Hegrippedhiskneesandturnedtolookatmeagain.Forhalfaminute,perhaps,hestaredsilently.
“Iwaswalkingthroughtheroadstoclearmybrain,”hesaid.“Andsuddenly—fire,earthquake,death!”
Herelapsedintosilence,withhischinnowsunkenalmosttohisknees.
Presentlyhebeganwavinghishand.
“Allthework—alltheSundayschools—Whathavewedone—whathasWeybridgedoneEverythinggone—everythingdestroyed.Thechurch!Werebuiltitonlythreeyearsago.Gone!Sweptoutofexistence!Why”
Anotherpause,andhebrokeoutagainlikeonedemented.
“Thesmokeofherburninggoethupforeverandever!”clheshouted.
Hiseyesflamed,andhepointedaleanfingerinthedirectionofWeybridge.
BythistimeIwasbeginningtotakehismeasure.Thetremendoustragedyinwhichhehadbeeninvolved—itwasevidenthewasafugitivefromWeybridge—haddrivenhimtotheveryvergeofhisreason.
“ArewefarfromSunbury”cmIsaid,inamatter-of-facttone.
“ArewefarfromSunbury”
“onlythismorningIofficiatedatearlycelebration—”
“Thingshavechanged,”Isaid,quietly.“Youmustkeepyourhead.Thereisstillhope.”
“Hope!”
“Yes.Plentifulhope—forallthisdestruction!”
Ibegantoexplainmyviewofourposition.Helistenedatfirst,butasIwentontheinterestdawninginhiseyesgaveplacetotheirformerstare,andhisregardwanderedfromme.
“Thismustbethebeginningoftheend,”hesaid,interruptingme.“Theend!ThegreatandterribledayoftheLord!Whenmenshallcalluponthemountainsandtherockstofalluponthemandhidethem—hidethemfromthefaceofHimthatsittethuponthethrone!”
Ibegantounderstandtheposition.Iceasedmylabouredreasoning,struggledtomyfeet,and,standingoverhim,laidmyhandonhisshoulder.
“Beaman!”saidI.“Youarescaredoutofyourwits!WhatgoodisreligionifitcollapsesundercalamityThinkofwhatearthquakesandfloods,warsandvolcanoes,havedonebeforetomen!DidyouthinkGodhadexemptedWeybridgeHeisnotaninsuranceagent.“26
Foratimehesatinblanksilence.
“Buthowcanweescape”heasked,suddenly.“Theyareinvulnerable,theyarepitiless.”
“Neithertheonenor,perhaps,theother,”Ianswered.“Andthemightiertheyarethemoresaneandwaryshouldwebe.Oneofthemwaskilledyondernotthreehoursago.”
“Killed!”hesaid,staringabouthim.“HowcanGod’sministersbekilled”
“Isawithappen.”Iproceededtotellhim.“Wehavechancedtocomeinforthethickofit,”saidI,“andthatisall.”
“Whatisthatflickerinthesky”heaskedabruptly.
Itoldhimitwastheheliographsignalling—thatitwasthesignofhumanhelpandeffortinthesky.
AndevenasIspokehesprangtohisfeetandstoppedmebyagesture.
“Listen!”hesaid.
Frombeyondthelowhillsacrossthewatercamethedullresonanceofdistantgunsandaremoteweirdcrying.Theneverythingwasstill.Acockchafercncamedroningoverthehedgeandpastus.HighinthewestthecrescentmoonhungfaintandpaleabovethesmokeofWeybridgeandSheppertonandthehot,stillsplendourofthesunset.
“Wehadbetterfollowthispath,”Isaid,“northward.”
Chapter14
InLondon
MYYOUNGERBROTHERWASinLondonwhentheMartiansfellatWoking.Hewasamedicalstudent,workingforanimminentexamination,andheheardnothingofthearrivaluntilSaturdaymorning.ThemorningpapersonSaturdaycontained,inadditiontolengthyspecialarticlesontheplanetMars,onlifeintheplanets,andsoforth,abriefandvaguelywordedtelegram,allthemorestrikingforitsbrevity.
TheMartians,alarmedbytheapproachofacrowd,hadkilledanumberofpeoplewithaquick-firinggun,sothestoryran.Thetelegramconcludedwiththewords:“Formidableastheyseemtobe,theMartianshavenotmovedfromthepitintowhichtheyhavefallen,and,indeed,seemincapableofdoingso.Probablythisisduetotherelativestrengthoftheearth’sgravitationalenergy.”Onthatlasttexttheirleader-writerexpandedverycomfortingly.
Heshookhishead.
“Youhavebeenaskingforwaterforthelasthour,”hesaid.
Foramomentweweresilent,takingstockofeachother.Idaresayhefoundmeastrangeenoughfigure,naked,saveformywater-soakedtrousersandsocks,scalded,andmyfaceandshouldersblackenedbythesmoke.Hisfacewasafairweakness,hischinretreated,andhishairlayincrisp,almostflaxencurlsonhislowforehead;hiseyeswereratherlarge,paleblue,andblanklystaring.Hespokeabruptly,lookingvacantlyawayfromme.